Pale twilight spread.
It was like painters of old whitewashing their old paintings to save on canvases, then painting directly over them.
Only this time, the canvas being used was the sky.
Beginning with the sun that had already sunk beneath the horizon, with its last burning afterglow as the catalyst, all colors became like ink mixed into water, forming threads of variegated layers before swiftly converging.
First came the greens and browns of the earth, then the white of the boundless sea of clouds, and finally, even the watery blue that covered most of this planet was not spared.
They were swallowed inch by inch. In an instant, amid this dusky white reminiscent of gathering rain clouds, the already darkened sky actually brightened somewhat from the shift in hue.
Roland stretched, leaning against the headboard as he gazed at the distant sea of clouds.
Only after admiring this alien transformation enveloping the globe for a while did he lift the golden hair covering him slightly.
There were no blankets, but as the Great Demon’s true body, Laura’s golden hair felt finer and more comfortable than velvet or silk.
Because it was alive, these living strands would wind around him of their own accord, attending to every tiny detail.
It was like having hundreds upon thousands of hands massaging his entire body at once.
Especially when excitement rose.
It could even sense their emotions, surging up when needed to slowly envelop Roland and Laura.
All in all, although it felt somewhat peculiar at first sight,
actually experiencing it made clear that it was a wonderful sensation that felt entirely natural.
Feeling the cool, smooth texture in his hand, Roland gently pulled away a few strands clinging to the girl.
His hand continued gently down her neck to her snow-white back.